After Spending Six Months Hand-sewing My Daughter’s Wedding Dress

humiliated, while he married your daughter downstairs!”

Brenda waved a dismissive hand. “Details. The point is, he’s with his true love now. My daughter. My real daughter.”

The way she said “real daughter” was meant to be a knife in Halie’s back. But I saw something shift in Halie. The hurt was still there, but it was being overshadowed by disgust.

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